Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1887-04-12
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tion. But, the latter had taken a.
seat in corner and seemed very ret
icent about speaking. He answered 7
the farmers questions very shortly.
When his supper was ready he sat
down to the table without washing
his face or hands, and he ate with
almost greedy avidity. As soon as
he finished, he signified a desire to
retire.
fsYew win hev tew sleep in this
old room, said Farmer Green, as he)
showed him his bed. !" Another
feller has the spare ROOM" --s -.,-.j-
The stranger said it was good
enough, and the farmer left him.
sI don't like the looks ov that
chap" declared the farmer to his
wife. t-l =,tg-i i-~.lis ~ h.zvat,.5s.-g :
Nor l." she answered. :. He's,
got an awful mean-tookin' face. I'll.
bet he's sum rascal. P'r'aps he's a
robberY' I'D q" r
.ss,Nfeeriah"s gave a little srreamsi
and the farmer said: ..seJ .siid. eli
=" ss He'd better keep still, tew-nite,1
fer she'll sleep with one eye open. y
He amt much like the minister, "
observed Meeriah." who was not'a-
little :. struck" by Elder Goodman's.
appearance. 4sas..l si.i - la-z:.s..
Despite Farmer Green's assertions,
that he should sleep with one eye !
open, he was snoring soundly in less
than an hour after hevwent to bed. 4
Some time in the night he atsoks,
and sat bolt upright in bed, listening.
intently. .-.-......,... IT,
The bedroom door that opened
into the kitchen was partially ajar.-
The farmer thought he heard q soft,
cat-like step upon the floor. He arose.
stole to the door. and peered into the
dark room. --
A shadow was cautiously stealing
across the floor toward the back door.
The farmer was a stout man, and
he did not hesitate q moment, but
rushed upon the dark form and hurled
it to the floor. .,l.-
" Bring n light, marin ~ he roared,s
as he held down the struggling man.i
90 Bring alight! quick 20 ,- I.a....sT
As soon as the frightened and exc
cited Mrs. Green could strike match
she obeyed. The light flashed fulli
the face of the man whom the farmer
was holding down. rs ..- .C- -,
:" Land sakes alive!" exclaimed,
the woman. s' It's the ministerr'
-" So it isl" gasped the astonished'
farmer. 4a-. .-.s55 91 a'i
ss"The minister!" cried the farmer's
other Iodger, who had been aroused,
by the racket, and now caught q.
glimpse of the face Of the man on the
floor. "whys that John Rogers, the
worst horse-thief in the State of
Maine. He's justthemansTm after.
The next minute he snapped n pair
Iof handcuffs upon the bogus min.
ister's wrists. -
Why. Land ov Goshen, who are
you?' cried Farmer Green. -a-sa-s
"I am the sheriff of Somerset coufi.
ty," was the reply. .i.-. .f.:t!s-
Upon investigation, It was found
that the horse and buggy with which
the bogus minister had driven up to
Farmer, Green's door were stolen
property. -a efss ar
horse-thief had heard the sheriffs
voice, as he conversed with the
farmer at the door. His attempt to.
escape would have been successful,
had he not awakened Farmer Green,
by making an unintentional noise.
The next morning the sheriff, who,
the night before. had entered Farmer
Green's house in sullen state of dis
appointment, caused by being eluded
and baffied by the slippery horse
thief, departed in triumph with his
prisoner.